If I let my soul wander
with the tides
as I chill
by the ocean
then I could kick my stress into its waters
and make the sand age
instantaneously,
as I give it wrinkles
with my feet
then the palm trees will guard
my thoughts,
beneath the shadows of their
uncertainty of the sun
while I let my mind soar
beyond her call for
the moon's light,
right after she's tucked me in
in time
for a bedtime story
amongst twinkling stars
and then the waves will deposit
the beauty they had stuffed their faces with
at dinner time;
seashells
to be traded irrevocably for
memories
in different shapes of
gray and blue,
so that sand dollars are worth something brighter
and laughter becomes a little more
Meaningful.
Afterwards,
my soul will be
filled with
make-believe clouds of truth,
the kind that make it possible
to fly right through
reappearing rainbows
and
seahorses
that have been bred for war,
drawing chariots of
Faith.
And if I let my heart dream,
Ignoring the audience of sea creatures
attempting to thwart the
construction of my sandcastle,
my ears will be awake to the sound of seagulls,
speaking in the language of humans
and I will finally understand that I don't have to wait upon a shooting star
because under these circumstances
I can watch my wishes come
Alive.
- Mercedes Onyemenam
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